Lt. Cmdr Ceciri Hakashri - Knives

[Ceciri Hakashri]

(( Baker Street Irregular, USS Doyle-A ))

:: Ceciri was drinking a light blue drink as she scrolled through her caught up mail. Some were letters from merchants traveling the nearby sector, and she skimmed them. A few were responses to inquiries about the family. Two were official missives, and she looked at them. One was a notification - formal, of the new government, and she scanned it. It seemed to be something sent to the few remaining off world Cygnetians. ::

oO Hn. That's an old title for the leader - Mother of the Heavens Above. I'm going to have to look it up.. Oo ::Ceciri perused the letter. It was more just informing anyone who had governmental connections they no longer had them, as the new government was working on working out who would hold a new rank - which would be called tin - and how they would form a - 

oO They're forming a monarchy just to have ceremonial rule.. Oo ::Ceciri doubted that, severely. Somehow, she saw nothing good about that, considering that to be in the new Grand Council, you had to hold tin. No, she suspected that this was a move to give something resembling that Terran phrase - 'their finger on the scale'. :: 

oO Well, more power to them, I suppose. Oo ::The Federation had a number of illiberal democracies, after all. Then her second missive hit, and she scanned it. Her aunt had petitioned for the government for the right to readmit Ceciri to the family. It had been granted, after a line about the very opport-::

:: Just then, the PADD shattered as Ceciri's grip became convulsively strong, and the table she was began to get stained by the deep blue blood - after all, her blood had cobalt in it. Her face was suspiciously blank, and it was as if she hadn't even noticed the blood. Or the fact that her left hand was closing and unclosing repeatedly as well.  ::

McKnight: ?

Hakashri: Hn? ::She looked at the person with a very blank face.:: No, my hand doesn't even hurt. Why do you ask?

McKnight: ?

:: Ceciri looked down. Oh. She WAS bleeding. Probably should get that looked at. But really, she just wanted to curl up for a bit. Maybe throw things. How could they be so.. well, she supposed they saw it as clearing up a thorny image problem. ::

Hakashri: Huh. Maybe I should go to the infirmary. Or just go back to my quarters.. ::distracted voice::

McKnight: ?

TAG/TBC

Lt. Cmdr Ceciri Hakahsri

HCO Officer

USS Doyle-A

C239112CA0

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